Month: May 2008

Yesterday was my grandmother’s birthday. We all said she would live until 90, at the very least. When I think of her, or dream of her, everything else seems trivial. The blankets you sewed, the cards you lay down, the fingers and toes you pulled, the candies in your metal tin. I only wonder if she can see me from heaven, and if she saw me win those mahjong games with my parents.

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"Living grows round us like a skin to shut away the outer desolation. For if we clearly mark the further deep, we should be dead long years before the grave. But turning around within the homely shell of worry, discontent and narrow joy, we grow and flourish and rarely see the outside dark that would confound our eyes. Some break the shell. I think that there are those who push their fingers through the brittle walls and make a hole, and through this cruel slit stare out across the cinders of the world with naked eyes. They look both out and in, knowing themselves and too much else beside." [Molly Drake]

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